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sheriff. Thank you all very much for a lovely evening. Good night.”
She turned away, leaving the rest unspoken. But it hung in the air.
And good-by.
FAX FROM: Ellen Larsen, c/o Clairmont Hotel, San Francisco
FAX TO: Federica Mansion, c/o Sheriff’s Office, Carson’s Bluff
Hi, honey. It’s 10:30 at night and I’m turning in. My supervisor offered me the Black Death Paris run tomorrow (turnaround time only two hours!) in exchange for another three-day free period starting the 5th. Since I haven’t heard from you, I accepted. Nobody knows what’s going on with you. Getting information out of the SF office of Mansion Enterprises is like asking the CIA for its list of agents. Their reaction ranges from silence to stony silence. Like trying to get information out of Inter Airways when a flight is late. I didn’t say that.
Anyway, no one’s talking, least of all that louse Russell White. I’m starting to get worried. Did you come down with the Ebola virus? Legionnaire’s disease? Have you been kidnapped? Knock twice if you’re there. See you on the 5th (I hope).
Love, El
MESSAGE NOT RECEIVED/NO SIGNAL
FAX FROM: Russell White, c/o Mansion Enterprises, San Francisco
FAX TO: Federica Mansion, c/o Sheriff’s Office, Carson’s Bluff
Federica,
Your emails are bouncing, so I’m sending another fax.
I’m trying to get on top of the Carson’s Bluff project, which I’m temporarily heading pending F. M.’s return from Prague. I told you that in a previous fax, but the machine on your end was switched off. I’m prioritizing this so we can stay on schedule. We’re looking at a June 10 deadline, but there’s a lot of work to be done before we can seal the deal. We need more input this end. You’re not checking your email, so will try the fax again. Contact head office soonest.
Russell
MESSAGE NOT RECEIVED/NO SIGNAL
EMAIL FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
Frederick,
I’m encrypting this, decrypt your end. Message below:
It’s 11:30 p.m. over here, 7:30 a.m. your end, so you should be reading this soon. I understand that this business with the Czechs is serious and I was told that the Czech President himself is keeping a close eye on the course of negotiations (he knows he needs the backing of the business community if he wants to be re-elected), so you just take your time over there and make sure our investments are protected.
Next year, Carlson will be retiring as head of the FTC and there is a good chance that you’ll be appointed, which will put Mansion Enterprises’ foreign holdings on a very good footing, indeed. So I would advise you to stay long enough to do the job right.
Everything is under control here, except for our Muau Loi property. Apparently some mistake was made in the original surveying and our property was built under a still active volcano, which has started erupting. Lava is flowing very slowly down the hill and will take more than a week to reach the Muau Loi Mansion Inn, by which time our geologists assure us that the eruptions should cease and the lava will cool.
Ordinarily, we’d just fly in a Vegas performer, Wayne Newton or someone like that, or an extra chef to keep the guests distracted, but we had a real stroke of bad luck. One of the anchors for the local TV station fancies herself Pulitzer Prize material. She raised a fuss about the risks to the hotel’s guests. The editorialist for the local paper called up Henly, the Muau Loi manager, for confirmation, and caught him by surprise. The man made a few unfortunate remarks and four-fifths of our guests checked out the next morning. We almost had a riot on our hands.
Of course, measures have been taken. Henly has been fired and Mansion Enterprises has withdrawn its advertising from the TV station and from the newspaper. I’ve been assured that there is very little likelihood of the lava flow reaching the hotel—nonetheless the damage has been done and we should be
She turned away, leaving the rest unspoken. But it hung in the air.
And good-by.
FAX FROM: Ellen Larsen, c/o Clairmont Hotel, San Francisco
FAX TO: Federica Mansion, c/o Sheriff’s Office, Carson’s Bluff
Hi, honey. It’s 10:30 at night and I’m turning in. My supervisor offered me the Black Death Paris run tomorrow (turnaround time only two hours!) in exchange for another three-day free period starting the 5th. Since I haven’t heard from you, I accepted. Nobody knows what’s going on with you. Getting information out of the SF office of Mansion Enterprises is like asking the CIA for its list of agents. Their reaction ranges from silence to stony silence. Like trying to get information out of Inter Airways when a flight is late. I didn’t say that.
Anyway, no one’s talking, least of all that louse Russell White. I’m starting to get worried. Did you come down with the Ebola virus? Legionnaire’s disease? Have you been kidnapped? Knock twice if you’re there. See you on the 5th (I hope).
Love, El
MESSAGE NOT RECEIVED/NO SIGNAL
FAX FROM: Russell White, c/o Mansion Enterprises, San Francisco
FAX TO: Federica Mansion, c/o Sheriff’s Office, Carson’s Bluff
Federica,
Your emails are bouncing, so I’m sending another fax.
I’m trying to get on top of the Carson’s Bluff project, which I’m temporarily heading pending F. M.’s return from Prague. I told you that in a previous fax, but the machine on your end was switched off. I’m prioritizing this so we can stay on schedule. We’re looking at a June 10 deadline, but there’s a lot of work to be done before we can seal the deal. We need more input this end. You’re not checking your email, so will try the fax again. Contact head office soonest.
Russell
MESSAGE NOT RECEIVED/NO SIGNAL
EMAIL FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
Frederick,
I’m encrypting this, decrypt your end. Message below:
It’s 11:30 p.m. over here, 7:30 a.m. your end, so you should be reading this soon. I understand that this business with the Czechs is serious and I was told that the Czech President himself is keeping a close eye on the course of negotiations (he knows he needs the backing of the business community if he wants to be re-elected), so you just take your time over there and make sure our investments are protected.
Next year, Carlson will be retiring as head of the FTC and there is a good chance that you’ll be appointed, which will put Mansion Enterprises’ foreign holdings on a very good footing, indeed. So I would advise you to stay long enough to do the job right.
Everything is under control here, except for our Muau Loi property. Apparently some mistake was made in the original surveying and our property was built under a still active volcano, which has started erupting. Lava is flowing very slowly down the hill and will take more than a week to reach the Muau Loi Mansion Inn, by which time our geologists assure us that the eruptions should cease and the lava will cool.
Ordinarily, we’d just fly in a Vegas performer, Wayne Newton or someone like that, or an extra chef to keep the guests distracted, but we had a real stroke of bad luck. One of the anchors for the local TV station fancies herself Pulitzer Prize material. She raised a fuss about the risks to the hotel’s guests. The editorialist for the local paper called up Henly, the Muau Loi manager, for confirmation, and caught him by surprise. The man made a few unfortunate remarks and four-fifths of our guests checked out the next morning. We almost had a riot on our hands.
Of course, measures have been taken. Henly has been fired and Mansion Enterprises has withdrawn its advertising from the TV station and from the newspaper. I’ve been assured that there is very little likelihood of the lava flow reaching the hotel—nonetheless the damage has been done and we should be
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